Shortly after my most recent move, my long-time boyfriend and I ended our relationship. The next week, I was scheduled to preach.
I'm part of a multi-pastor church, and my colleagues graciously offered to step in and preach in my place. But I was stubborn. I decided that I wanted—no, needed—to preach.
An invitation to silence
We began our business meeting in the chapel with dimmed lights. I led the board through several calming prayers, noticing our breath and heartbeats.
This week my Century lectionary column focused on the text from Luke. Here are several threads I found useful but could not weave into the final piece.
A week from Sunday, on the Feast of the Reign of Christ, Holy Covenant UMC in Chicago—where I work part time as a musician—is holding its second annual service spotlighting the music of Bob Dylan. (Not calling it a Dylancharist.) If you're in Chicago the evening of 11/24, come out and join us.
Below is the piece I wrote for the church newsletter.
Jeremiah 23:1–6; Colossians 1:11–20; Luke 23:33–43
On Christ the King Sunday it seems pastorally heavy to drag ourselves to the foot of the cross. On the other hand, maybe it’s exactly the right move.
Revised Common Lectionary © 1992 the Consultation on Common Texts. Used by permission.
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